Who made the world I cannot tell; ‘Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
A. E. HOUSMANOh, ’tis jesting, dancing, drinking Spins the heavy world around.
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Clay lies still, but blood’s a rover; Breath’s aware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey’s over then there’ll be time enough to sleep.
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They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
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Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
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And malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
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His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.
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To justify God’s ways to man.
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The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers’ meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
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Do not ever read books about versification: no poet ever learnt it that way. If you are going to be a poet, it will come to you naturally and you will pick up all you need from reading poetry.
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Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
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I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.
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Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.
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With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
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